You were a master of: the sloppy bun,
stepping on the backs of my shoes
as we headed back in from the yard,
reporting to me from the table just feet
away from where I sat
the purple eyeshadow makes it look like someone punched you.
Now you are a mother
I think.
Before you came over, I made a list
of reasons why we should be friends
and you thought it was strange
that my house had no curtains.
Is a sloppy bun the same as a messy bun?
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